I'm sitting in the backyard on the patio, which, yes is covered in weeds that are popping up through the seams between the slate, but still, this backyard was one of the selling points of the house for us, and I love being out here.
We're having a few days' spell of lovely summer weather here in Adventure City, and at 7:00 p.m. it's actually cool enough that I changed from shorts into long lounge pants. These pants are thin and very stripey, and I think that have something of a clownish feel to them, but I like them despite (or because of) that exuberant stripeyness.
I'm freshly showered, having gone for a vigorous walk this afternoon. Ever since getting together for a long walk with my friend on Wednesday, I've walked 45-60 minutes each day, and for each of those walks I've selected and driven to a really lovely location, so that the exercise becomes a delightful outing. And my feet and ankles are mostly doing okay with this exercise; I'm treating them as the vulnerability they are, and they're hanging in there.
I've also lost a couple of pounds this week, an accomplishment that is contributing to my rosy glow about life. As I sit here in the backyard, I'm sipping a glass of wine, but I've already included that wine in my calorie count for the day, so there's nothing to impede my enjoyment of this drink. Plus I'm liking the feeling of being somewhat physically tired in the evening.
I'm reading Lawrence Hoffman on Jewish prayer. I've got a couple different Hoffman books in this month's Jewish homework, and it turns out that he may be my Main Man, Jewishly speaking, so I'm enjoying this reading very much.
I'm wearing my wrist/thumb brace, but I'm mostly used to it by now. The fact that it screws up my typing is annoying, but I can live with it.
So that's how you can picture me this Saturday night: Pleasantly tired, newly showered and wearing stripey pants, sitting in a comfy chair in the cool of the backyard, sipping wine and reading Lawrence Hoffman.
Life is good.